So my transportation honcho got a new office. I've been waiting a long time for this moment, because I used the opportunity to make Michael get rid of all those offensive hunting trophies. In all these years at the Puzzle Palace he apparently still hasn't learned that you check your personality at the door before walking into the building. But he just had to stand out and be different. Offices are supposed to be drab and boring. What a schmuck, this guy. I had them send him the bill for carting all this crap out of his old office, too, just to teach him who's boss.
Now some people call this "micromanaging." I call it "hands-on leadership." Isn't this what Bratton did (that little bastard), the "Broken Windows Theory" or something? Addressing the small things?
The nerve of these clowns to bitch about this. I was going to get rid of this hunting trophy garbage anyway, but the fact is, somebody also complained about it. Somebody who has no life outside of this excrement colored building of ours (the way it should be) and was upset that Michael was showing off his own personal hobby at the office. The complainer said it made him "feel like a loser."
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